A Name

There is a certain name that has been etched into my heart.

The one and only name that will forever be a pert.

It is the only name that sounds to me so sweet.

My heart pronounces that word with each and every beat.

Whose name is it you ask?

But to get it out of me is a very difficult task.

For try as you may, I’ll not say.

What matters to you whose name is it anyway?

As fresh as the morning grass, the dew drops on the leaf,

He stole my precious heart, like a magical thief.

My face breaks into a smile whenever I hear that name.

And the person who’s name it is also does the same.

Those few alphabets in the name are the only ones it seems.

That matter to me the most, the most of all extremes.

-Vishaka Chakrapani

20/12/2007.